The world is warming
And tempers rise with the sea.
Road rage, oil rage, my family is politically obtuse rage.
Hallmark sentiments no longer suffice
To bind us even at Christmas.
This is not a time to be a poet:
We have an ap for excess emotion
Please press one
If your issue is existential despair, or two
For relationship angst.
If you are concerned that connection
Is now commodification
Stay on the line, and wait.
We promise the hold commercials will be soothing.
This greenhouse is not for delicate flowers.
Now is need for a wildness of weeds.
Some strange plant will take root soon
Nourished on carbon and fury and heat
To devastate land gone steel and concrete
Growing like a beanstalk to take back the sky.